could find themselves having an extremely difficult, protracted moving home experience. Yes, these are the estate agents that pregnant daughter was unfortunate enough to sell her house through. They advertise themselves as being the ‘total moving experience’, and they are not wrong. If you want to really experience every possible problem with your house move use Haarts. You can be sure that any time there is a hiccup they will sit on their hands and do absolutely nothing to help smooth the way. For their 1.5% they will market your house by mail, text, e-mail and on-line but verbal communication, information gathering and liaison are concepts that they have a real problem with. Perhaps I’m being a little unfair as we only have experience with one branch, and one employee, Simon but I can honestly say that if it were not for another local estate agent, who was handling the property daughter was purchasing, the whole chain would have collapsed on several occasions. Simon’s advice during one stressful episode was ‘put your house back on the market’, and when another problem happened he said ‘Well, now you’ve wasted a month so it’s your own fault if the twins come before you move ‘cos I told you to remarket.’ As the final nail in the coffin they ‘forgot’ to inform daughter that completion had happened. They only found out when their vendor and her estate agent came round with a bottle of champagne, some flowers and a card! So in my 2nd rant I nominate Haarts as the least helpful estate agents.
Yes, daughter has finally moved and we have spent the last 3 days helping them out and making sure that if Van and Lorry decide to arrive now there will be space between cardboard boxes for their cot and that Amy’s bedroom is clear of clutter so she can settle in.
Friday was moving day. I swapped my working with my job-share but was still on-call, so the inevitable happened, 5pm I was summoned to a homebirth, ‘Come quickly’, says job-share, wanting to go home, ‘she’s pushing’. I had a quick wash, I was filthy, changed and drove, at rush hour speed to the address 10 miles away. When I got there N was in a birthing pool, huffing and grunting with every contraction. Job-share told me that she had problems doing an examination as N wouldn’t leave the pool, which had wide, inflated sides so was assuming that the cervix was ‘fully’. As I was taking over I wanted to examine N myself. It was 4 hours since the last examination, when the cervix was 4cms dilated, N had been in the pool all that time and although some first time Mums do progress quickly N’s contractions didn’t seem beefy enough to have got her to that stage in 4 hours. I’m pleased that I did examine as there was still a thick rim of cervix at the front, that was as much as I could detect leaning over the side of the pool, and at an odd angle due to N’s reluctance to move. Another midwife arrived, job-share had summoned us both as she was leaving and had believed N was about to give birth. We sat and chatted for an hour, I had asked N’s partner to turn down the thermostat for the pool as baby had a slightly fast heartrate at 160bpm and the water temperature was slightly high at 38C. N’s contractions were reasonably regular, about one every 3-5 minutes, but they were quite short at 30 seconds. The pool can slow labour down, plus N had not been to the loo for over 3 hours so we encouraged her to get out, go to the loo and have a wander round the garden. She was still feeling the urge to push with every contraction, but there were still no signs of full dilatation of the cervix. I did another internal examination, no change from the last one apart from the rim of cervix feeling slightly thicker. This may have been due to the pushes that N was giving with every contraction causing the cervix to swell slightly, it would be helpful to reduce the amount of pressure. One of the best ways to achieve this is to encourage the woman to lay on her left side so this is what N spent the next hour doing, dozing between contractions. Gradually the contractions increased in frequency and duration, we were there and the pushing began in earnest. At 9.15 a 7lb little boy, Findlay, was born to an emotional Dad and a jubilant Mum, and at 11.30 a weary Midwifemuse went back to the hospital, replenished the on-call bag, returned the 5 entonox cylinders, completed the notes and got home for 12.15. I was really hungry, nothing to eat since breakfast, but decided that bed was the imperative, especially since I had to be at work for 8.30.